The grandmother is saying her final goodbye every time they part – just in case. The mother is touching her stillborn baby. The daughter is finding the letter. The sister was too late. If only the sick person had known that this was terminal, then… The clown. The murder. The mourners. The young couple drives too fast and crashes into a road sign. The girl asks her father about the tubes attached to her mother and fiddles with her bag of pee. The monkey. Bones splinter, the blood disappears. The only thing the young lad is thinking of is strawberries and cream. The love, the glow of the heart. The girl thinks that mother looks happy.
Death is a deadline we don’t know, but we all have in common. DEADLINE gives death intensity and life, so it becomes present. A piece that makes you revitalise and want to face the taboos.
